hey kurt cobain,

i was totally in love with you and i thought i WAS you and i fantasized about meeting you at my old cottage on the deck by the beach and saying i knew you weren’t really dead you are mine now or something.

and then i was in love with damon albarn from blur.

and then i had my first boyfriend mike who was one year older and i lost my virginty to him on his basement floor and jeopardy was on no joke and when i went home i smelled a weird pungent candy smell for awhile and i didnt really bleed til the second time. we dated for one year and 8 months and i was loyal the whole time.

anyway, before that, in grade six i had a garage sale, saved up the money and bought in utero, incesticide and the nevermind cassettes. wicked cool.

yo your woman is crazy fucked right now huh. shame really.

i was like that in la. crazzy stringy hair ‘n all spurting crap left and right. not literally. wordically. neeahht.

i think i’m going to take a photography course and write more articles and actually get paid for them, clean up my act and get a model portfolio done, sing more, get my license and excercise.

lie down in the park in the middle of my back yard on my back in a red and grey striped sweater and catch rays. blek.

i want to buy a slip ‘n slide.

i’m going to start an illegal lawn-dart gambling competition ring. but first i have to practise like mad. we have these darts from way way back and now they’re outlawed, out of make. thunk through my head.

ok well bye.